Vocab. Words #2

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I chose this picture because it is full of tranquility because it is very peaceful






This picture shows a unanimous vote which is when everyone agrees.

Strangers in the Subway

I took this picture and made a story of how i thought this person was thinking, feeling, and some back ground info just by looking at them. This picture is one from a series of pictures by Bill Sullivans Turnstile Photography.






I chose the picture of the guy in the middle with a briefcase.




Growing up, Sabastian, had very few friends and no one seemed to like him. They all thought of him as kind of creepy looking and very intimidating. In preschool he would play in the sandbox alone. Middle school, he would eat lunch alone. High
school, he never had a project partner. Many people could not live with being teased every day and having no one to talk to, but Sebastian was used to it and began to like being alone. Sebastian always knew he wanted to be a lawyer when he grew up. He went to college to get his degree and soon set out into the world to his new career. He Hoped to make a difference in the world and pursue his dream. Now Sebastian sits in a small cubicle, drinking McDonalds coffee, punching numbers and letters into a very slow,old computer, wondering what went wrong in his career and why some guy took a picture of him at the subway that morning.

Joke

A blonde a brunette and a redhead were stranded on an island. It was forty miles to civilization. The brunette decided to try and swim back. She swam 5 miles then drowned. Then the redhead swam 10 miles than drowned. The blonde swam 20 miles and swam back to the island.

bored at Cailin's house

look at Cailin on the side.

Creative character study- The Library of Dust

This is a story about The Library of Dust which was found in an madhouse in Salem, Oregon. The pictures are the cans of the cremated people that died there. My story is my interpretation of why i thought the personalities of these people based on the designs on the cans.The last person i write about, Drew Carter, is actually one of my teachers from last year. He was a surfer and he did have an imaginary friend named Harold who wore red and pink pants. My whole class would agree that Mr.Carter was a litle crazy, but thats what we loved about him.

Well i hope you enjoy!!!


“Hello inspector. Please, come in.”
The inspector walked into a stone hall with bare stone walls. It was quite chilly inside the hospital and the atmosphere was very uninviting. He was wearing a nice black suit and a top hat with shiny leather shoes. He looked quite out of place.
“Thank you. Now today, as you might already know, I will be inspecting Oregon State Hospital to make sure that all is right and that it is a safe place for the patients.”
“Well right this way then.”
“First I will ask you how long you have worked here?”
“Oh, I’ve worked here since it opened, which was five years ago”
“So this facility is fairly new?”
“Yes”
“Can you first show me where all the patients are?”
“Of course, just around the corner here is the place where they all get to interact so they are not lonely all the time. It is supervised at all times.”
“Can you tell me a little about some of the patients?”




“Sure, this here is Jeremy Garston. He is one of our first patients. He has Apert Syndrome. He has many mutinous characteristics as you can see. He can’t talk because his jaw is stuck together and he can’t open his mouth. His toes and fingers are stuck together. And as you can also see he has extremely bad acne. He suffers from various heart defects so its good that he stays here with us.

“But he doesn’t act strangely”
“Yes but his parents didn’t want him so they dropped him off here and he isn’t …..normal”









“Okay how about that woman over there”
“Oh that’s Martha Reynolds, she has an obsessive compulsive disorder.
“What is that exactly?”
“Well I think of it as a game that you are stuck in and you have to play by the rules your whole life unless you get special help which is why she is here. But unfortunately she has a very serious case. She has silly rules like she can’t look at the doors or she can’t touch anything unless someone has touched it first.
“That dosent seem that bad”
“You don’t understand she has to live by these rules. She can’t live without not looking at a door her whole life. They seem like minor things, but they come as a big disadvantage.
“I see. Now who is that over there he seems to be talking to himself”





“Oh he is Drew Carter he has schizophrenia. He has an imaginary friend named Harold. He always tells us that Harold always wears his red pants, but sometimes when they get dirty he has to wear his pink ones. He is in a totally different world when he is with Harold.
“How did he get this way?”
“He was in a surfing accident and broke his jaw. That’s why sometimes you can’t understand what he is saying”
“Well I think I’ve gotten a good enough view of the kinds of people that live here. Could you please show me the examining room.”
“Yes, right this way please.”

My Poem ( it dosent have a name yet)

Why do we have to be like everyone else?

To fit in with the rest.

To change how we look just to be...

Cool,popular, to have the same hairstyles and clothes.

We live in a conformist society.

Whos reading my blog??